She’s the girl who stands alone in the crows of masses, and it’s those masses that call her a freak and crazy. But what they don’t know is that she hates to go home, because they don’t know at home … Continue reading →

Her tears have fallen and her house is broken. When you hear sounds of fighting she is the first to flee. To sit on her porch, and she peers out through teared up eyes. To gaze at the city that … Continue reading →

She’s the girl with the sign “not For the feint of heart”. When looking from the outside in, she seems to be smiling and cleaning up a mess. But when you go for a closer look you can tell that … Continue reading →

A battle to forget You can die of a broken heart It’s a scientific fact and my heart’s been breaking since the first day We met. I can feel it now aching behind my rib cage beating to a desperate … Continue reading →

Usagi

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What I’ve Never Forgotten:

“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”
― Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters